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Oh waaah waaah, my life is so hard.
One of the nice things about being a grown-up is that I have a lot more free time for fun-reading in the evenings than I did when I was a student and had to do school-reading all the time or feel guilty about the school-reading I wasn't doing.
One of the bad things about being a grown-up is that I only ever seem to want to sit down and read a book when it's time to leave for work. Alas, I have to go to work instead of reading, so it is taking me forever to finish the multiple books that I am trying to read all at the same time. Shakespeare got to get paid, son.
srah - Wednesday, 18 July 2007 - 9:29 PM
Tags: books, work
Comments (5)
Cheryl - July 19, 2007 - 8:29 AM - ℓ
One of my favorite things about becoming a adult a couple years ago was even having money to go to the bookstore. You should take your book to a park or something to people watch and read outside.
Blech. Read the Jodi Picoult. There is plenty of time to read the JABC later, after you've finished HP7 and want to read something that makes me want to punch most of the characters. Why do I own the book? Seemed like a good idea at the time.